Comments for: South Pole Cargo feels the heat

I have just finished cleaning the frozen snow from a fork loader named Sundog when the radio on my hip crackles to life. “Cargo Meg. Cargo Meg. This is Jim.” “Go ahead, Jim,” I say, leaning against the loader’s tracks. “Can you… Read More
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